Conflict
Some curious sight caused a feud,
Since it had no sense or value,
Sounds of chaos soon filled the air,
Signalling the start of despair,
Stomach turning sorrow arose,
Sicker than what sadists can boast,
Scars that would be seen clear by none,
Shaped due to the shameful things done,
Any worthy advantage gained,
Always emerged assured to fade,
Animus looked as though it'd stay,
And so spirits ailed every day,
Actions done while aiming to win,
Arose to be acutely dim,
Amounting to arrant ruin,
Agitating all men therein,
None foresaw the nigh end of days,
No one knew that nature did ache,
Nothing managed negating fate,
Native life gained new form and state,
Neuroses made nonsense take root,
Normality never seemed true,
Now that the mind neared a void tomb,
Nonstop was the naive host's gloom,
Entities soon evoked horrors,
Edging all to embrace the lord,
Everyone who engaged in war,
Espied yet new extremes of gore,
Evil beasts did eat all they could,
Enchanted goats enforced discord,
Eight shrubs grew on each person's head,
Ever more queer enigmas spread.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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